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Chapter 27 RAIN
uddenly the figure of a man stepped out before us. It was too dark to see his face, but his voice had a familiar sound as he said:
"It's all right. He's there. I saw him go in a half-hour ago."
"Very good. My man, Sweetwater," explained Mr. Gryce, turning for an instant towards me; then, in hurried tones to the other, "Do you know on which fl
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